I went to pick up a pizza yesterday, which we sometimes order from this place that’s about a ten-minute walk away.
As I was waiting to pick it up and pay for it, I was able to see how the pizza was made in the brick-lined wood-fired oven.
There was a very competent woman who was operating this one-person army of pizza making.
Taking the dough, rolling, then spinning it into that big flat shape. Then placing it on this big flat metal board with a long rod that was used to push it all the way in. And later taking it out; all this was happening extremely efficiently.
I had the sudden feeling like this is a person who is actually making something.
We have a lot of this glib talk about “makers” — but then frequently ignore people like this.
I paid for my pizza and left.